The Lines in Her Head

Seven

Too skinny, too fat, a constant battle within
Overweight, underweight, never satisfied with my skin
I stand in front of the mirror, tears in my eyes
Hating the reflection staring back, filled with despise

I pick apart every flaw, every imperfection
Obsessing over every pound, every ounce in my collection
My clothes never fit right, always too loose or too tight
I long for acceptance, for a body that feels just right

I try diets and exercise, but nothing seems to work
I'm trapped in a vicious cycle, feeling like a jerk
I compare myself to others, feeling inadequate
Always feeling like I'm not enough, never feeling sedate

Society's standards weigh heavy on my mind
Telling me I'm too big or too small, never being kind
I wish I could embrace my body, love it as it is
But the constant criticism leaves me feeling amiss